au bout de l’onde.

La vague,

essoufflée,
le corps

encore humide
trempant

dans la tourmente

argentée,
s’étire
et se donne

au sable
en fredonnant

ce long

grésillement
carmin

qui fleuri,
à la fin,
les bûches

de l’âtre.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo: Annie GAVA

 

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